PART 1
Lexi couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when the dinner’s mood changed from stuffy and familiar to achingly erotic.
It might have been after she rose to the bathroom, the husband brushing his hand against the small of her back. Or, after she had caught a scent of Barbara’s expensive perfume, sandalwood and berries, strategically placed under on the pulse points of her wrists.
Whatever the exact moment, the course of events unfolded, aided by the parade of bottles from the couple’s wine cellar. Now Lexi found herself alone in their hallway bathroom, standing next to a crocheted toilet paper cozy, posing nude in the mirror; her jaw slightly sore, her, legs and thighs sticky, traces of the older man’s cum still dripping from the back of her throat into her belly.
The night had happened so improbably; Lexi and Barbara were barely acquaintances. They had met at the university’s aquatics center, where alumni shared the facilities with student-athletes. Barbara came by for her afternoon swim after Lexi’s team practice. Outgoing and talkative, Barbara usually wore a modest one-piece, which hid her well-maintained figure. For a woman in her 50’s, she was in great shape, with full, buoyant breasts, gracefully curved hips and bottom, and a tight abdomen that could have been cribbed from a medical student’s anatomy text.